Daylight (a.i)

One

~Only seventeen but she walks the streets so mean~

Jo's POV

It was a dark, serene night; the luminous moon gleamed and the white twinkling stars gave harmony to the black sky. There wasn't silence as i walked down the street. The wind was gently blowing the sickly smell of rotted garbage from the pitch-black alleys that even the junkies are afraid to go into.

There was no silence, and the occasional shadow of a person leaked across the roadway. There was the faint sounds of a nightclub up at the end of the dimly-lit block, under Halloween-orange streetlights, and the hiss of the music faded into a kinda of grainy wash that fills the street , seeping into the darkness between the pools of light on the dirty sidewalk.

I continued to walk down the street until I was myself looking straight at the blinking lights of the shop in front of me. I entered the old squeaking automatic doors and noticed the empty aisles. There seemed to only be an elderly woman who was rambling something about yogurt to the young, brown haired boy who was working in the shop. I heard the door open again but didn't turn to see who it was. It wasn't like I cared. I just wanted to get a new bandana as I lost one of my favourite ones.

I searched the aisles and ended up going around in circles and circles until I was too dizzy to continue. I entered the 'Clothes and Accessories' section one last time. As I was walking past the mens section of plaid shirts, I felt as if someone's eyes were on me. Ignoring it, I kept walking. Deciding to go where the other hair accessories were, I ran over as the store was closing soon.

I checked every rack, aisle and surface I could find but the result was always the same. Nothing. As I was about to give up and go home unsuccessful, I heard a loud voice two aisles to my left

"Where can I find the bandanas here?" The loud voice boomed through most of the shop. By hearing the voice, I guessed it belong to a man in his early twenties. It was a thick Australian accent meaning it was most certainly a tourist.

"They're by the sunglasses a few aisles over by the entrance of the clothes section." a woman said through a home-town accent. Realising I knew where the bandanas were, my legs moved faster than my brain could register it. As I walked past the aisles of any type of clothing you could think of, I finally made it out of the clothes section of the shop.

Nearing the aisle where the bandanas where meant to be, I could see the a small rack meant for clothing with the words 'bandanas 50% off' next to a huge selection of sunglasses. Walking over a sense of triumph and victory came over me. Hearing footsteps directly behind me, thought, 'probably just that woman leaving'.

As I reached the placement of the bandanas, I noticed how many were left. Only one, but that was all I need. Before I picked it up, I studied it. It was red, just like the one I had lost last week. Once I picked it up I felt a soft hand wrap around mine as if the person wanted to pick it up. When I turned to face the mystery person, I was standing face to face with a blonde, curly haired boy with glowing hazel eyes.

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There was no denying his good looks, his hair curled upwards framing his chiseled features perfectly and his eyes were the most intense combination of hazel and green I've ever come across. I quickly looked down to avoid embarrassment but sadly it was too late, my cheeks turned a deep crimson.

"Hello princess" He dragged out his words showing of his strong Australian accent; his voice was the type that instantly calmed nerves.

"Excuse me but you're holding my bandana; I'd appreciate if you would let go" He let out a small chuckle in response, trying to get a reaction out of me I assumed.

"I'm sorry princess but last time I checked the bandana was in my hand. Therefor it's mine"

He stated while tightening his grip on the red rag.

"No, That's no how it works. I had the bandana first and you came from behind me and grabbed it. It's mine so back off." As I grew more frustrated he grew more amused, which pissed me off even more.

"What's your name" He asked ignoring my initial statement completely.

"Jo"

"Ashton"

"Well Ashton I would really appreciate if you'd let go of my bandana. The store is closing soon and I need to get home" He stared at me for a while, making me slightly uncomfortable but I stood my ground.

"Sick shirt" I looked down at my acdc tee, it was old and had a hole on the left shoulder.

"Thanks?" He smiled down at me. Surprisingly he let go if the bandana.

"I like you Jo"

"You don't know me Ashton"

"Not yet princess" He smiled

"Don't call me that" He smiled yet again at my response, but not before the store lights went off. The shop was closed.

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Authors note:

Hi so I'm Taylor

& my friend Sarah and I are co writing this short story :)

We really hope you enjoyed the first chapter; feel free to leave feed back in the comments.

Also Daylight will be updated every Monday.

Ok well that's it I guess

Sorry about how awkward this was

It's my first authors note lol

Bye xoxoxo

- Taylor